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Kids out driving Saturday afternoon pass me by |
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I'm just savouring familiar sights |
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We share some history, this town and I |
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And I can't stop that long forgotten feeling of her |
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Try to book a room to stay tonight |
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Number one is to find some friends to say "You're doing well |
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After all this time you boys look just the same" |
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Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels |
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Settle in to play "Do you remember so and so?" |
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Number three is never say her name |
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Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver |
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And there's nothing else could set fire to this town |
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There's no change, there's no pace |
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Everything within its place |
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Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around |
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But Ah! Who needs that sentimental bullshit, anyway |
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Takes more than just a memory to make me cry |
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I'm happy just to sit here round a table with old friends |
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And see which one of us can tell the biggest lies |
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There's a girl falling in love near where the pianola stands |
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With her young local factory out-of-worker, holding hands |
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And I'm wondering if he'll go or if he'll stay |
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Do you remember, nothing stopped us on the field |
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In our day |
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Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver |
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And there's nothing else could set fire to this town |
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There's no change, there's no pace |
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Everything within its place |
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Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around |
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Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver |
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And there's nothing else could set fire to this town |
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There's no change, there's no pace |
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Everything within its place |
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Just makes it harder to believe that she won't be around |
